Nadia sat on the hard plastic seats whilst being looked at by the male only clientele, this was certainly not a place Nadia was used to. Abdul went to the counter to order and shiftly returned to join Nadia with a smirk on his face.
“Why you looking so happy?” asked Nadia
“No reason wife, no reason!” he said smirking harder
“What did you order for me?” she asked
“erm…. a nice Indian kebab!” he said smiling
“Oh, thank you… sauce?” said Nadia pleased with the choice
“A lot of sauce, just the way you like it” he smiled further as a plate of food arrived
“That looks nice!” she said looking at his plate of Indian grilled chicken
“Thank you!” he said tucking in
“Why do they bring meals separately it is so tacky!” complained Nadia
“Oh, your kebab roll is waiting for you in the kitchen!” he said
“In the kitchen? Are they not going to bring it over?” She said confused
“No, and make sure you finish it or I will leave without you!” he said laughing
“Ok, look after my bag!” she said as she got up
Nadia got up to go to the counter where the manager had a similar smirk as he led her away to the back, they walked through the kitchen which was staffed by about 4 immigrants and into a storeroom which housed rice and flour sacks plus a variety of dried food. The manager shut the door behind him, leaving them both in sheer darkness until he put on a very dimly lit light. Nadia was nervous, wondering what exactly she was going to be fed and it was not long until she saw the Indian kebab appear from the managers trousers she realised why Abdul was smirking so much.
“What do you want?” asked Nadia trying to appear in control
“I am here to feed you!” he said stroking his cock
“I am not hungry!” she said attempting to walk to the door
“Ahhh, well you can go but if I do not call your husband to tell him you are fed he will not come back to get you!” explained the manager
“Whatever!” she said walking past him and out of the storeroom
She ran back through the kitchen into the restaurant and looked towards the table where Abdul was sitting, he was no longer there, she frantically looked around the restaurant and then ran outside to see if the car was still there, it was gone. She walked back reluctantly into the restaurant to be greeted by the managers smile.
“So, you still not hungry?” he asked smirking
“Can you just call my husband!” she demanded
“After you have eaten!” he asserted, Nadia realising she had no money or phone
“Ok!” she resigned as she walked back to the storeroom
The manager sat on a pile full of rice sacks, spreading his legs as Nadia knelt in between them, his cock rock hard she began to stroke it until it leaked some pre-cum which she licked before inserting the full penis into her mouth. She blanked out the thoughts of what she was doing, gaining a therapeutic rhythm as she sucked up and down his shaft, she felt his grabbing her head as he moaned, she counted in her head guessing a possible 40-50 sucks and this would be over. Suddenly, he pulled away, standing up, she opened her eyes to look at him and he was walking behind her, he lifted her up by her hair and bend her over the sack, exposing her ass in the air.
“No, this is not what my husband required” she said disgusted with her own comment
“Well, I will tell him that you refused a blow job!” he said
“But I will tell him the truth!” she said
“You silly whore, your husband sold you for a £4 chicken meal you think he will care” he said laughing “Now, bend over you cheap slut”
Nadia bent over the sacks, realising that Abdul had actually gave away her ass for £4, she had lipsticks worth 10 times that much. She closed her eyes to hold back the tears as she felt his cock stroke her ass crack, his soaked cock providing the lubricant needed before he inserted fully. He pushed in hard, she screamed, never had she felt such pain, her ass feeling ripped and stretched, he didn’t care as he slammed harder and harder, making a grunting noise at each thrust and slapping her ass periodically. He shouted abuse at her as he pumped her hard, telling her that she was a whore and he had never had something so cheap in his life. Finally she felt his cum inside her ass, slowing dripping down her thigh as he pulled away, leaving her weak body over the sacks. He did his trousers up and told her to come to the front after she had cleaned up.
Nadia rose from the sacks when the manager left the room, she pulled up the trousers of her Indian and then grabbed some tissue to clean the cum from the floor. She looked in the reflection of one of the bottles to straighten her hair and then left the storeroom. The kitchen was empty, they obviously close after lunch thought Nadia as she walked back into the restaurant still hearing voices of customers and the sound of plates. The restaurant had about 10-12 men still sitting within it, who were joined by the 4 kitchen staff. Nadia was confused as the shutters were down but customers still eating.
“Here she is gentlemen!” shouted the manager as Nadia walked in and all the men cheering “Ok take your seats please!”
“What is going on?” asked a sore Nadia as the manager walked towards her
“Dance show!” he said laughing
“Who is dancing?” she asked
“You of course, strip dancing on this table” he smiled
“NO! Call my husband!” she demanded
“Or what whore? I am in control here!” he shouted as he walked away to turn the music on
The music started and Nadia looked out at the pussy hungry crowd of low class immigrant men, she froze as they got louder in their excitement. She looked over at the manager who made hand signals that he would not phone, she looked back at the crowd who were now demanding her to start performing, almost beginning to turn aggressive. Nadia walked towards the table, stepping in her heels on to the chair before reaching the table, within seconds the men had crowded around, some with their camera phones ready on her. Nadia nervously started to move, she looked over at the manager who indicated for her to smile and move faster
She smiled as wide as she could, then closed her eyes and started to move with the music which was fairly fast bollywood. She removed the trouser part of her Indian suit, the men starting to grab any opportunity to look up between her legs. Then she removed the top part of her Indian suit, which was to her knees and once removed revealed her body in solely her underwear and heels. The men were now excited, all of them fixated and taking pictures, including the manager who had his phone constantly filming the whole event.
Nadia removed her knickers, the men helping her take them off after her knees, she then removed her bra to reveal her double d natural breasts with chocolate nipples on a caramel coloured skin. The manager was now standing in front of her, behind the men giving her instructions very sign language, he kept reminding her to smile and asked her to squat down, she obeyed and then he asked her to spread her legs, this enabled her pussy to be at grabbing level and her breasts at eye level of the cum filled erect audience. The manager asked her to pick one of the men and allow him to touch her pussy. Then he asked her to lay down as one of the kitchen staff cover her breasts with two chapattis and inserted a kebab roll into her mouth, a man then climbed on top of her and ate the kebab roll until he reached her lips.